No one's Pov.

The dead were closing in on three police cruisers parked outside a hospital. Three cops ran in the doors as a forth shot at the incoming horde. An older man in a chief's uniform ran ahead to the front desk. A nurse was franticly trying to answer calls coming in when she saw him. "Where's Gale?" he called to her. She pointed down the hall "Room one-nineteen." He continued to run down the hall reading the numbers as he went. Upon finding the room he swung the door open.

Standing inside was a female doctor, who was just a few years younger than he was, and a young girl in her teens with a large chunk of her arm missing in the shape of a bite mark. "Gale!" he yelled out. Both doctor and patient looked at him. He wasn't expecting the girl to by awake with an injury like that. He ran up to the doctor and gave her a relieved hug. "Oh, Hun I was worried sick. I heard those things were heading for here from one of my boys and a feared we wouldn't make it in time."

The doctor, his wife, just hugged him back and told him she was alright. "Look, I got what's left of the squad outside ready to go, so pack up we're leaving." "I can't go. I'm needed here." "Hun if you stay those things are going to get in here and kill all of you in a few minutes. Look I got space in three cruisers for ten people maximum. Get whoever you can and let's go."

When they got to the front, the two other cops were already backing up the cop outside by shooting at the dead. Gale had gotten three more doctors, two nurses; one of whom was the one from the front desk, and four patients including the girl with the injured arm. Despite that injury she was still doing well, now he could see how pale and weak she looked. Soon they were out the doors running for the cruisers.

Gale was helping the girl to the car when she slumped to the ground and lay motionless. Gale dropped down beside her and checked her pulse. There was a moment of waiting as she felt for it, but there was nothing. As she lowered her head to listen for breathing the girl moved and sank her teeth into Gale's neck. "GALE!" he screamed out running to her. Realizing the girl was one of the dead, he shot it with his side arm, killing it with a headshot.

He held the dying body of his wife in his arms, blood squirting out of her neck onto his uniform. "Gale,… Gale no… no no no…. why, Gale why." After a moment she started to move again. "BLAM!" A large bullet hole was left in her forehead. "I'm sorry Gale." Lowering his gun, he stood up. As he turned to leave, another cop yelled "Chief, look out!" as one came out of nowhere and pinned him to the ground.

He pushed back as hard as he could and flipped it over. He quickly stood to run, but it bit him on the ankle before he had the chance. "Sh#t!" "BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!" He stumbled back after it released its grip. "Well sh#t. So, it's the bite that causes it, right doc?" One of the doctors nodded. "Thought so. It's been nice knowing you boys." "You too chief." They replied. With that he took the gun to his temple, hesitated for a moment, said something to another officer, then "BLAM!"

Ben's Pov.

Up a head of me, I could see the bus turning off into the motel parking lot. Ted's pickup, which was in front of me, did the same, as did I. Soon, we all were helping to unpack the bus and get everyone a room. Since the motel had been shut down for about a decade, it was pretty run down and most of the utilities were out of date, including the air conditioning. Staying here wasn't the best choice, but there was nowhere else to go at the moment. Jacob found the spare janitors keys quickly as he used to be a janitor there and knew where they were.

I got a room set up for me and my mother, while Greg and Chan organized everyone else. There were some rooms that had two beds, but most had one. I personally would have taken a single bed room if my mother wasn't there or if both my parents were around, but I couldn't just leave her alone, not while she's grieving. After my grandfather, her father, died last year, she'd been grieving for months. She was just starting to get over it when I went to see her on her 53rd birthday two weeks ago and then this happened. Now things were worse than before and there was nothing me or anyone else for that matter could do about it.

Once I had gotten her settled, I went back out to the parking lot to see Joel. He was waiting by the bus talking to Chan. "Hey thanks man. I really appreciate everything you guys are doing for me. No one's ever done anything like this for me." He said to Chan. "My pleasure. I couldn't just let you leave without any supplies while we have plenty." "I don't know what to say. How can I ever repay you?" "How about when this all clears up, you and me go and get a coffee, your treat." "Sure, sounds good."

I took this chance to get their attention. "Hey, whenever you're ready to go we'll leave." "Ok, sure man. Be right there." Dylan heard what I said and walked over to me. "Where are you headed?" he asked. "I'm just giving our friend here a lift to Kalet." Kalet was a small town about forty minutes south of here. It was also where Dylan's parents work. "Take me with you. I haven't heard a word from my parents since yesterday morning. I need to know if they're ok."

I was a little shocked by this, but I understood where he was coming from. If it had been my parents I would have asked to go too. "Look, I think you might be better off staying here than going with Ben." said Chan. Dylan looked at Chan and lashed out at him. "Look, I didn't ask you. They're my parents, so I can go look for them if I want to. And I don't need a Chinese a##hole I don't even know telling me what to do."

Chan got a look on his face that showed just how appalled and upset he was from the offensive comment. "Fine, go look for your parents then. Just don't come crying back to me when something happens to you saying you were wrong. Oh, and by the way, I'm Japanese." With that he walked off back to the front office to talk to Greg. "Yeah, whatever." Dylan said under his breath. I gave him light smack on the head. "Ow, what was that for?" I gave him a 'really' look. "You know exactly what that's for." He looked down at the ground. He looked more annoyed than ashamed.

"What were you thinking? Were you trying to get yourself sliced in half? Or did you not notice the four foot sword hanging from his belt? A black belt might I add." "Look, I not in the mood to put up with cr#p like that right now. I just want to go find my parents and bring them back. The less of him I have to see right now, the better." "Well when we get back, I hope you apologize to him. All he was trying to do was keep you safe and you went and pulled the race card." I had grabbed his shoulder and had been pointing in Chan's direction as I said this. He shrugged me off. "Why are you even sticking up for him?" "Because he saved us. He could have left us to die. He could have left me to die. But he didn't. We owe him for that. Now, just put a sock in it and get it the car."

I turned to see Joel staring at us, bewildered by the sudden outburst. "Um, if it's a bad time, I can wait." "No, right now, it's better to keep those two apart for now." I said gesturing in Chan's direction. We got in and I started the engine and we drove off. Some of the others waved to us as we left. Dylan just sat in the back with his head down.

It was turning out to be a very sunny day, which was as the forecast said it would be for once. If you hadn't heard about the walking corpses, you would have thought it was just an ordinary day. It actually seemed quite peaceful. I almost felt happy looking at it, but the pain of losses and the shock and fear of the walkers were too overwhelming. It was only then I realized how fast it seemed to spread across the country. There were some reports the other day about it on the east coast, and it seemed to take over Chicago overnight. And in the time span of just over an hour, Farmers Drive went from a peaceful farming neighbourhood to an overrun disaster zone. I was lost in thought when I heard Joel yell out "Ben, Look Out!" Refocusing, I saw a group of walkers right in the middle of the road.

Chan's Pov.

I was so furious at that kid. He seemed like a nice young man when I talked to him next to the highway, but he could change his mood quickly if you tried to tell him what to do. I would have been fine with it, that is, if he hadn't called me a Chinese a##hole. It just goes to show how ignorant people can be sometimes, always assuming that if you looked Asian, you are Probably Chinese. I couldn't put all the blame on him though. In less than two days the world had gone from tolerable at best, to a living h#ll, plus, he hadn't heard from his parents in since they left for work yesterday.

Come to think of it, I hadn't even tried to contact my family since I found out about the walkers. The chances for my parents were slim, as they were in no shape to fight their way out. I wish I had gone to check on them before we left the city. But maybe my sister could have made it. She had the best survival chance of any of us for living out in the country side. I hope her and Jade are okay.

"Chan, are you even listening?" I snapped back into reality, realizing I had been ignoring Greg. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something personal. Please continue." He gave me an apprehensive look. He didn't need to know about family's situation yet. I wasn't sure when, or if, I would tell him about it, but it didn't matter at the moment. He looked at me for another moment before he started again. "Well, as I was saying, I think we need to get this place a little more secure just in case it takes longer than a week to sort this out." At first I thought it was a little over the top, but I realized he was right. The motel was very much unprotected at the front. It was a two story, L-shaped building with a seven foot brick wall along its left side. There was no way we could defend the motel without getting overrun. "I guess we could try to put up a perimeter around to parking lot. If need be, we could park the vehicles around the opening to keep the walkers out."

There was no sign of any in the immediate area, but then it looked that way at the campsite last night. Yesterday is going to be a day I'll never forget, or forgive myself for. I could have kept them all alive. I could have tried harder. Those kids didn't deserve to die. And neither did Mrs. Martin. But I can't let that bother me right now. I need to stay strong for these people.

"That's what I was thinking. The bus practically covers the span itself." I should have guessed as much, Greg's a very smart man. "I also think we should put Anna on watch with the rifle. She's a good shot." I add. He thinks about it for a moment. "Alright, sounds like a plan to me. I'll get Mr. Cusapeut and Ted to move the vehicles into place while you go talk to Anna." With that, he walk away to find the others.

I took my time finding Anna because I knew where she would be. As I walked over to one of the first rooms on the ground floor we were using as a supply room, I found her and Weston putting food in the case from the van and three mini fridges – one from that room, and two from others rooms for more storage space. It's funny really, how people who would have never met before, get to know each other after their thrown together after a disaster. I probably would have never met any of them if the dead hadn't risen from their graves or whatever they came from.

"Anna, do you have a minute?" She and Weston looked up at me, acknowledging my presence there. "Yeah, sure do." She said as she came over to the doorway. "What do ya need?" "Greg and I were talking about making this place a little more fortified, and I thought you'd make a good lookout." Shock just came over her face. "Me…" she said surprized. "… you want me as a lookout?" "Yeah, you're the best shot we got as far as I know." She gave me a very worried and ashamed look. I knew exactly what she was thinking before any words left her mouth. "I can't. I can't be held responsible for other people's lives. Not after last night." She walked past me – tears in her eyes, hands gripping at her short, matted, blond hair – and went to her room so no one saw her crying.